Messages In Bottles

I didn't feel like working today.

My boss was gone for most of the day and my office mate was out. Every time I started a project, the phone would ring or the copier toner guy showed up or someone would come to my office, looking for something. Try as I might, I couldn't get a single task through to completion.

Even lunch was fucked as a group of local high school kids descended on the America's Dog, right as I was ordering my food. I got my food and found an otherwise empty dining room populated entirely by bookbags at every table. I ate my fries next to he soda dispenser, thinking someone at some table might open up a spot. But nothing did. I walked back to work and ate my wrap at my desk. Nothing got done easily today.

So, I spent some time doing some personal emailing to people. Little notes sent out to various and random people asking for information, or things to be returned or favors to cash. I re-emailed my deejay from last year's birthday party at the Town Hall. I re-emailed Jim looking (yet again) for the long-lost Clutch Jettison tape. I emailed and texted friends to let them know about the Friday night get-together at the Town Hall. I emailed a friend to see if they wanted to get dinner together some time this week.

All good emails. All things that I needed to get done.

But oddly enough, I barely got any responses from anyone.

I don't know if people were also busy today. Or if they looked at my emails and said, "Eh, I'll email that guy back tomorrow." Or if they just deleted them and moved on. Or if I will get a flood of emails in my inbox tomorrow.

As it is now, I sent out all of these little "messages in bottles" to all of these people and who knows when or if I will ever get a response. They might just keep on floating out there, unread, bobbing along on the currents of the internet.

Cheers,
Mr.B